Dotted moments in time,
spent with you by my side.
Pieced together, our playful shadows,
camouflage into the night..
Softly and smoothly,
Gently and Warmly,
the touch of your skin,
Your suggestive eyes,
Your sultry voice, breathes life.
Dreams of you, linger by every night.
With a glowing feeling, a trembling knowing
I wander and wonder, You seek and hide.
~ Ajay Tawde
Helium nucleus mountain rings, fingers severed cuting diamond things
A bomb maker head held proud, smiles as he sees a crowd.
An attention seeking time traveler, rejects his powers as paranoia
A jilted lover joins the fray, signs notes, gives her life away.
A teenage actor, welcomes pain. Cracks a joke, makes them smile again.
Once lovers, now astray. Living life looking the other way.
The streets light up and the birds swing by,
disregarding an awaiting smile.
Scattered thoughts, woven together;
a voice that was lost for a while.
Jigsaw pieces glued together,
salvage emotions that refuse to linger.
Extinct dreams haunt, a sleepless night
Visions of the future, depend on replies.
The moody ocean, now a hostile friend.
Her muted complaints, backdrop the sky.
Retracing emotions; now unknown,
Mocking silhouettes of that wasted night.
Pulling possessions, a little closer
the blinking light, brings melancholy by.
This petrified soul of mine,
for a song,
all this while.
© Copyright 2010 streetajay
And yet she rises from within the pyre
Sacred yet joyous, an enigma meant for me,
A curious aura, calms & settles all storms.
An unwilling soldier in the middle of a fight
Gun powder sprayed from either side.
Those with the most dead, had won
They offered me a spear, a woman to call my own.
The rebels stood lifeless: their free spirits tried to run
Moved to new shelters, to keep their songs alive.
A heavy voice spoke right in to my mind.
“Someone console my wife;
Tell her, this is not the time,
To break down and cry, turn a blind eye!
Keep her pride, cast fear aside
promise me this, before I die.”
Every morning, half past four
Evil laugh, outside my door
The air filled, with fresh smell of pie
Did a unicycle just go by?
Tell that man, the tigers will always snore
From under my sheets, the bearded lady roared
Must be those high fliers, their wants they get
So what if there are a few holes in the net?